the singing postman
On Saturday evening, anne marie and I had the opportunity to see a play - and listen to catchy songs - in the castle gardens, and to be confronted with the Norfolk accent. It was surprinsingly understandable (unless it is just that we are so talented and clever, and that's my favourite version). On this occasion, the British turned out to be very organised, having all brought a picnic bag with plastic glasses, bottles of wine, crisps, salad, bread or fruit (did I really see someone eating chips or am I just being obsessed???). Well, it all took place in a very relaxing, friendly and pleasant atmosphere, which convinced me once again, if need be, how great the British are!.